one for the dads

By | 1 May 2017

you think there are no strings attached
you tear up the coast on a whim
on a belly full o’ thunder
rumbling iamb iamb iamb
o’ the world four strokes to a line
on the road like me! a belly
full o’ thunder like me! just-strung
like me! poorly tuned saying no-
thing echoing what tugs in the
blood like a song that even now
is our only drum beating no-
madic! & each step is a-tom
a-tom to nothing just say yes!
be a fork in the wind over
a few jars & though each word’ll
jar each word will jar! it’ll be
a song when it’s late & Friday
when you’re rounding the last bend out
o’ Aubury when I’m losing
light just out o’ Winchester there
hiking listening: making a flat
strum of dust on a river bridge
thunder iamb iamb iamb

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